Zion began to move with deliberate control, easing in just enough, careful not to lose himself in the temptation to slam deep. Suga's restless writhing beneath him nearly broke that restraint, and for a moment Zion stilled, tilting his head back toward the ceiling to gather himself.
But Suga, frustrated by the sudden halt, let out a desperate, breathy moan. "Zion, just move already…"
Zion's response was swift, two fingers slipped past Suga's lips, pressing down on his tongue, muffling the plea into gasps that vibrated against his hand.
